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Revenge

 

Volcano erupts; heart of hate,

 

Erupting inside, blowing without haste.

 

A thousand voices disagree,

 

Wondering to myself, why is it me?

 


I am a dull moth drawn to the light;

 

Losing my lust for life, but holding on tight.

 

Crushed on the floor by terrible pain,

 

No-one knows who I am; no-one knows my name.

 


But that¡¦s going to change, I swear it¡¦s true;

 

I¡¦m fed up with the eye daggers thrown by you.

 

Revenge is sweet; you¡¦re going to pay;

 

A plan so huge that no-one can say.

 


A 4 minute warning, that¡¦s all you¡¦ll know;

 

Not your ultimate end, planned by your foe.

 

This is true hate, a scar so wide;

That my anger and hurt cannot just hide¡K

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Written December 13th, 2005

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  • DancingRed
    March 31, 2006
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    I'm envious of your rhyming talent.. this is a really well done poem Usually you find poems with either good rhyme OR great imagery.. but you have spectacular amounts of both. Just amazing.
    I liked the lines "I¡¦m fed up with the eye daggers thrown by you." It was so creative and effective... just beautiful.
    The ending was really powerful.. it kind of stays with you for ages.. I also liked the part about the moth.

    DancingRed.